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The Prison
This prison I've created…
totally self made
This world I've evaded
the fodder I trade
The reward is the punishment
for not taking part
Old scars not to heal
as I wait in the dark
The consensus, the polling,
all truth on the run
Their shadows of misery
no day in the sun
The price of the membership
an eternity black
With dealers and charlatans
all looking back
This prison I've created…
by rejection self made
This world I've evaded
the fodder I trade
No verity in circumstance
my horse trails the cart
These bars I look out from
-a last lonely heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)
totally self made
This world I've evaded
the fodder I trade
The reward is the punishment
for not taking part
Old scars not to heal
as I wait in the dark
The consensus, the polling,
all truth on the run
Their shadows of misery
no day in the sun
The price of the membership
an eternity black
With dealers and charlatans
all looking back
This prison I've created…
by rejection self made
This world I've evaded
the fodder I trade
No verity in circumstance
my horse trails the cart
These bars I look out from
-a last lonely heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)
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The Prison
The Prison